"No no no, this is all wrong!" yelled Shella as she hastily scribbled out equations on a piece of paper. "Okay, carry the 3, divide by 4X and.. NO! IT'S ALL WRONG!
Shella slammed her head on the desk in sheer anger at her failings, lingering there and wallowing in her own self-pity. Soon after, a door could be heard in the distance opening and closing; Kojin walked into the lab with a can of soda in his hand, tossing it up and down while he walked to Shella's desk.
"Hey, kid," said Kojin as he caught the can one last time. "Got ya something from the lounge."
He chucked the can at her, smacking the back of her head; she sprang up, rubbing where the can had made contact.
"Oww! Why'd you have to throw so hard?" wimpered Shella.
"Because I don't appreciate slacking on the job!" yelled Kojin in rebuttal.
"I-I wasn't.. argh! This is killing me, Kojin.." said Shella.
Kojin sighed and answered, rubbing his forehead in frustration.
"Then why did you take the job in the first place?"
"I don't know, a shot at a job in the research department maybe? Getting out of internship and making some cash?" responded Shella. "I just.. I-I can't seem to make sense of this freaking goo, nothing works!"
Kojin looked away to the black ooze crawling like a slug about one of the lab's glass containers built for small specimen. He turned around to Shella and spoke.
"Shella, the sooner you get some results, the sooner we can stop these late-nighters. I'm sure it couldn't be that hard, I mean hell, it's just a slug."
Shella sprang up in her chair and turned around to face Kojin, arm resting across the back. Her brown eyes looked with frustration through her oval glasses as she responded.
"But it's also a liquid, you saw it, right? Something that so easily switches it's mass is VERY hard to pinpoint! I've tried almost everything from slug anatomy, liquid density, to amoebas, but.. it just doesn't fit any one specimen catagory... catagories..." pondered Shella as she turned around and looked at her papers. "That's it! That's it!" she exclaimed again and again.
Kojin walked up close to her desk and responded, confused of her intentions.
"What are you going on about now?" asked Kojin.
"After the bombs dropped, some animal's genes spliced with another type in ways that could be easily disfigured by mixing the two's genetic code, right?"
Kojin nodded, then answered.
"Yeah? That's the whole basis of Genshika, finding those new creatures and breaking them down for all sorts of things; that's common knowledge, Shella. What exactly are you getting at?"
Shella stood up and hastily walked to the glass container of the ooze; she gazed at the creature as she answered.
"I've been going about this all wrong, very, very wrong! It's no mere singular specimen, or type of hybrid.. it's a whole new set of DNA!"
"Are you absolutely positive?" asked Kojin unsurly.
"Of course! Well.. it is still a hybrid, but if stock templates aren't working combned, then all I'd really need to do is cut out the fluff and keep what works! However, it's still not clear as to which two, or, or even four types it mimics. Hmm.."
Shella began to ponder, walking away to her desk and picking up her pencil ready to jot down immediately.
"I'm thinking I'll start with what'll most likely get me close to a template," said Shella as she wrote. "A Slug and an Amoeba, combined with the properties of water, yes, yes, yes! Research department and a steady cash flow, here I come!"
Kojin looked at her and smiled, feeling a sense of pride in his lab assisstant. He rustled her hair, messed up in the middle with her orange pigtails barely holding together from the stress. He began to speak as he turned away.
"Thata girl! I knew you'd get it eventually!" said Kojin in an enthusiastic manner.
He walked away to the exit door, but shouted one last thing before opening the door.
"Hey, kid! Aren't you forgetting something? Those ain't cheap, you know!"
"Huh?" said Shella, looking about her desk and the floor. She saw the can of soda and picked it up, turning around to say thank you, only to see no one at the door, beginning to close. She shrugged, then turned around, calmly pulling her finger on the tab to open it. As soon she did however, the soda exploded upwards in a geyser of brown, fizzy cola. Shella jumped and fell backwards on her seat, glasses hanging down at an angle with her gazing forward to the door with distraught.
+"... Goddamnit, Kojin"+
Gyone: The Baron part 2
Pot in the middle, two cards dealt out to each player; one face-up and another face-down. Five sit around the half circle table, lifting their covered cards to take a sly glace at their hidden game-changer. We turn to Valkyrie; judging by his reaction, twitching on his left hand and outright gulping down the rest of his Brandy, odds don't seem to suit well. Gyone remains coy and keeps a straight face, relaxing breath escaping from his nostrils. The fellow in the middle with a slight spike to his brown hair and dull, brown eyes showed no signs of expression; not a soul could read through his ruse. The jumpy gentlemen, cigar planted on the far right of his bite, looked at his cards in disbelief.
"Is this some kind of joke?!" shouted the man.
The Blackjack dealer answered immediately and calm.
"Don't be such a child, sir; play what you're dealt or get out."
The man sprang up from his chair, throwing the cards down. He grabbed his cigar from his mouth and held it as he responded in his slimy voice.
"Is that so? Well here's what I think of your damn shuffle job, jack.
He slowly pushed his collapsing cigar tip to his two cards and turned it around repeatedly as he stared at the Dealer with a smirk of gratification.
Baron, grabbing the slim figure by his neck with his bulging muscular right arm, hid his fury with a coy approach.
"Excuse me, but.. I think you're stalling the game just a tad."
The man trembled in fear as Baron brought his stare to him closely.
"So.. if you wouldn't mind.. hurrying yourself up, that would be finely appreciated."
"Like hell I will, you fruity. Freak," still choking, responded the man.
The Baron tightened his grip as a devious grin formed around his mouth, carnivorous teeth curving along with it.
"Well.. in that case," said Baron as he glared at the man.
He motioned two of the guards over to him and continued.
"..Allow me to provide you with an escort."
The Baron let go of the man, but was only met with others as the guards grabbed him, each holding one arm with both hands. They picked him up and stood idle like menacing titans.
"You two, get that trash out of here, A.S.A.P," said Baron, carelessly shooing them away.
Without hesitation, they lifted the man up and walked out the front. Gyone, along with all the others, sat in silence for a moment, only heard was the upbeat jazz still in full effect. Suddenly, the ringing of a gunshot could be heard from outside. The music went quiet, people turned their heads to the door in terror; the two guards walked in stoic, one of them began to wipe bloodstains off of his tuxedo coat in the dead of the moment. An uproar of screams and panic ensued soon afterwards.
"Oh come on, everybody!" shouted Baron. "Guy was no good!"
Mortified, the Dealer reaches under the table to hit the security switch, but was stopped by Baron.
"Now buddy, don't be such a killjoy," said Baron as he threw a knife up in the air, catching it as it descended.
He drove the blade into the table and gazed at the Dealer with bloodshot eyes; the eyes of an animal.
"Killing a man for a comment? You won't get away with that for long," said the Dealer. "I know he wasn't the most respectable of blokes, but.."
"Look, my good sir; I'm here to play some games, not dravel on about moral standings," said Baron, easing his grasp on the knife and calming his stare. "Shocking? More than likely to you and the rest. Necessary? Heh oh what an amusing word. In my eyes, something had to be done to get the ball rolling. It's in place. So if you would be so kind as to give it a little nudge, we can get things started."
The remaining three stared at Baron. Valkyrie slightly amused at his showmenship, Gyone ready to off the bastard, and the neutral fellow, disturbed by the happenings. Baron looked at the three and began to speak.
"..I'm sure these fine gentlemen are eager to try their chances at the pot. Right?"
Gyone answered with a smirk on his face.
"Absolutely. I mean, I couldn't pass up an offer to throw down with the famous Baron, could I?"
He checked his face-down card in a sly manner, slightly turning the back up and placing it down again. The Baron laughed and continued.
"And the boy knows who I am! Are you really going to take this opportunity away from him?"
The Dealer rolled his eyes and answered.
"Oh alright, fine; whoever's going to leave, you.."
Baron laughed maniacally, interrupting him, then began to speak.
"Nobody's leaving this place till we're done!"
His guards crowded the entrance of the doors while shooting out all of the overhead lights to frighten, leaving only the glows of the slots as dim lighting; there was no hope of escape for anyone as scared occupants flee from the crowded playing hall only to be stopped in their tracks by the threat of gunfire. Sirens of the Crygor Guard's cars could be heard in the distance drawing closer by the second.
"You don't have to do this!" shouted the Dealer. "Stop putting these innocent people in jeopardy!"
Baron sprung up, pulling the knife out of the green tarp and pointing it blade forward at the Dealer.
"Don't try to play martyr now!" shouted Baron. "Unless you want to.. huh?"
Sounds of the overhead glass sunroof near the front door could be heard cracking ever so slowly. The room turned silent with each person staring in frightened confusion. Suddenly, the glass broke (Crack!) and a figure swooped in sillouetted amongst the veil of chaos and gunfire firing erratically around the area. The figure immediately jumped behind himself in a backflip and killed the guards, slashing them left and right with what appeared to be a scythe; gold-colored from the handle to the very blade, encrusted with crimson rubies. The cold moonlight mixed with the glow of the outside nightlife shone through the opening; he dispatched the guards and jumped to the glow as if it were a spotlight, catching himself kneeling, scythe in his left hand pointed outward and his right hand supporting his pose.
Gyone took a look at the blade this figure was holding and thought to himself.
"Pretty snazzy-looking blade he's got there; almost looks as good as the one my old man's got at home. Just who is this guy?"
The Baron began to clap slowly as he stared at the figure grinning, as if amused by the slaughter.
"Very lovely performance there, boy," said Baron in a coy manner. "Those men were trained well; practically tanks, mind you. It's quite humorous to see a single man make work of them like tissue paper."
The figure stood himself up and revealed. Long, curly red hair flowed down his upper back, his eyes bore a reddish orange tint with a stare that could kill, and his face seemed crafted by the angels, not a flaw in sight. He wore a black tuxedo suit and a brown vest over it. A dark purple scarf enveloped around his neck and dangled down backside from his right shoulder. He answered without a word, but with pointing of the scythe's blade to him in a threatening manner.
"Come with me. Now," said the figure with a stoic, demanding presence.
Baron chuckled and answered while putting his knife away into his holder on his pants, covered by the tuxedo coat.
"You understand, I would be more than happy to oblige any other time.. but you see, me and these fine people were going to play a game of chance. We have an open seat if you wish to join us," said Baron as he motioned his hand towards the empty seat next to him.
The figure hesistated for a moment, pondering to himself in silence, holding his right hand to his chin. After seconds of pure silence, he began to walk over to the table, bringing the scythe to his side relaxed.
"Well, well, it looks like we have a new contender, gentlemen," said the Baron in an enthusiastic manner. "Get em' started, Dealer! You four, with the instruments! Let's keep the music flowing! It's gonna be one hell of a night!"
Baron held his hand to the man, palm face-up, and continued.
"And to whom do I owe the pleasure, my friend?"
He looked up in silence for only a moment before answering.